To Believe In A Child Is To

...he Had Long Decided That Abundant Laughter Should Be The Embellishment Of The Remainder Of His Days.

The Only Obligation To Which In Advance We May Hold A Novel, Without Incurring The Accusation Of Being Arbitrary, Is That It Be Interesting.

If This Was Love, Love Had Been Overrated.

Life Is A Predicament Which Precedes Death.

Oxford Lends Sweetness To Labour And Dignity To Leisure.